Recall those words of passion
If you will. They ignited wildfires
In your younger days
And desire in my nights

You were perhaps a foil
For seductive ways
But your silences told me
My seed spilled on fields
That cried for sustenance

And how we dropped the rain
On fallow ground.
And how your sighs
Would echo mine
Though I heard them not.

And how your passion
Flamed me and brought me
To nirvana, though you
May not have known
How high I climbed with you

I opened doors, you said
That only now you look
Back on, tinged with half-regret
But for the fire born those nights,
You have never scolded me

And yes, I would whisper
In your ears again
To hear the hot sighs
Coursing through you
From variations of those words

02/15/2010

Posted on 02/15/2010
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